A match not made in heaven

For Hazel, who made the right decision.

The light was dim, dear Josephine 

drew gloves upon her feet,

paused the while to contemplate,

then sighed, "this feels so sweet.

Each toe I own is singly clad,

so snug, quite safe and sound,

'tis comfort of most pleasant sort

of that I'm truly bound."

"Ahh, Josephine, dear Josephine,"

her bearded father said,

"come child, eschew such frippery,

today's the day you wed.

You cannot dream all of your days

now a bride you are to be,

just think if fish walked on the land

and man swam in the sea."

"Dear father," Josephine replied,

her eyes demurely cast,

"I do not love poor Wilberforce,

'tis a union sore miscast.

He laughs when 'ere I pen a rhyme,

his attention is quite fleet,

and though I've begged him many times

he wears socks upon his feet.

His toes are cold, so too his nose,

his eyes are colder still,

and I've no wish to marry him

for all the coffee in Brazil.

So tell him I have just expired,

pray father, tell this ruse,

for each toe I own is snugly clad

in gloves, not silly shoes."

 

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

What elegance flows through your pen to warm the hearts. Lovely Beccy just TOASTY!

[Beccy]

Thank you Woody,thank you Frank. I enjoy writing in all sorts of varying styles; it's just how the mood takes me that dictates the outcome. I truly believe that Writer's cafe has helped me to grow and expand as a poet. I am thoroughly enjoying my time here and I remain ever grateful for the wonderful interaction.

As for critics, I find they are generally lacking in the art they so often scorn; and in terms of 'old fashioned' language, they would do well to remember that thee and thou were good enough for the greatest wordsmith of them all. Let them caw and cavil I say!

Beccy.

[Frank]

Very romantic, highly stylised, you have a talent. Some critics go nuts from the modern school at, thee, thou, pray, or any old fashioned words. I find every word here applicable to people of quality and refinement even today. We can't all live like drug addicted Americans. (nothing against American I hasten to add)

[Woody]

what an elegant pen, my friend! love everything about this. rhyme, rhythm and the humourous touch.
luvly one Becs.

[Chris]

life as it is so arranged... even today depending on the particular land.

[wordman]

this is a great story beccy,i enjoyed the read

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i would die than wear these damn confining shoes...ha ha...
yes, this is one way to get out of a bad marriage---before it starts.

thank you for the smile, Beccy.
jacob

[Jamestown]

Fabulous piece of work, old school dad to the rescue, daughter doesn't
want to wed this cold feller, love it! Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[ANTO]

Hah - this is genius Beccy. I love the olde worlde language, its very eloquent and really sets the scene of this 'arranged marriage'.
I wondered at the start when you teased the reader about the lady putting gloves on her feet (I said to myself what the feck...?) - then you slyly moved the readers focus away until the very end - the reveal and such a guffaw.
I really like your style Beccy. Very coolly done my friend. A new fav for my library methinks.

[Lydia Shutter]

Fantastic! The father comes to the rescue. His daughter does not want to marry a man as cold as ice and she tells her father just how she feels. Surely he will go to the church and announce the wedding is off. Gloves on her toes...delightful! Wonderful rhythm and rhyme. This is unique and I enjoyed it. Lydi**